• Dancing to the rhythms of chattering skulls
    Diamonds for eyes and paper for skin
    She twirls up the strands with her matchstick legs
    Hand slips; hospital door opens like a grin

    No visitors, no visitors today
    Bouquet of flowers slowly wilting away
    Mosquito wings fractured; lips cracked and dry
    The wheezes of her breath; an insistent reprise

    Tick, tick, tick; constant beep of her machine
    Mind drifts in the cobwebs; eyes shut tight
    I watch from the shadows, my time is near
    She’s running and falling; slipping from my sight

    Why does she run so happily against salvation?
    She looks so tired with her bones in her skin
    A prelude to her death; smiles in her eyes
    Why can’t she just give in?

    Please, won’t you take my gloved hand?

    Lady, won’t you look my way?
    Lady, won’t you look my way?
    You’ve got one visitor
    One visitor today